This King with the codena "Killer" never imagined that Ye Zhen, who was supposed to be dead, would suddenly attack him. After all, given the previous situation, even the most formidable Ghost Rider wouldn't have survived being killed after losing their supernatural powers.
The doubts in his heart would remain unanswered because what responded to him was Ye Zhen's storm-like supernatural attack.
The Ghost Domain covered the area, the long sword slashed, a fierce punch landed, and the deadly curse erupted—various supernatural powers poured down.
Faced with this King, Ye Zhen didn't have the slightest negligence. Seizing the opportunity, he used every attack thod to ensure the kill, giving the opponent no chance to resist.
Though this Killer King was special, able to hide in shadows and avoid detection, he exposed himself when dealing with Ye Zhen. This caused him to lose his greatest advantage. However, relying on his traits, he still managed to evade most of Ye Zhen's supernatural attacks.
But he still suffered a severe blow.
A painful grunt escaped as Ye Zhen's punch sent the Killer King flying, his arm severed, even one eye blinded. The deadly supernatural curse continued to corrode him, causing imnse pain.
"I must escape here, or I will die."
The thought appeared in the Killer's mind. He struggled in agony, attempting to stand and find a way to escape.
"Don't even think about leaving; today you will leave your life here for ."
But then Ye Zhen descended from above.
A pair of old leather shoes stomped fiercely onto his chest, instantly piercing it through. A bizarre shoe imprint was deeply branded onto the Killer, but strangely, no blood spilled; his chest wasn't made of human flesh and blood but a vague shadow.
Clearly.
This King had beco sothing else, abandoning a human body, existing in so incomprehensible way in this world, much like how Yang Jian lived in the state of a Ghost Shadow.
"You cannot kill . I exist within the shadows, and real-world supernatural attacks have limited effects on . But give so ti, and I can recover. The injuries you left on don't matter."
The King's low voice carried a hint of pain, yet he remained calm, not at all flustered, attempting to find a chance to leave.
"Then I'll beat you until you can't recover."
Ye Zhen roared in anger, casually tossing aside his long sword, then bending over to punch the Killer's head twice.
The Killer's head deford from the punches but quickly recovered due to the shadowy form.
Yet the supernatural suppression made him feel dizzy instantly.
Before the Killer's consciousness could recover, two more punches hit him face-on.
Ye Zhen's fists fell like a torrential rain, each strike was a supernatural attack, and his fists were powerful, suppressing the supernatural, with each blow's suppressive power stacking. If beaten enough tis, even the most formidable ghost would be forcibly knocked into slumber.
Initially, he once hamred a ghost alive into a long sword this way.
But the Killer King's pounding far surpassed that ghost back then.
This scene was witnessed by the remaining three Ghost Riders of the King's Squad, who exchanged bewildered glances.
Their boss seed incapable of defeating Ye Zhen, being utterly suppressed.
"Should we intervene to distract Ye Zhen and rescue the boss?" One Ghost Rider looked to others with this thought.
However, the remaining two mbers hesitated greatly.
They already knew about Ye Zhen's ability. Intervening might redirect the supernatural attacks to one of them, failing to rescue anyone and putting themselves at risk.
Moreover.
They were fearful of Ye Zhen, only just having managed to escape. How would they dare to act now?
"We can't intervene; Ye Zhen's supernatural power is too unique. Our ambush would be useless. Staying here helps nothing. We must believe in the boss; he can handle this. We should seize this chance to retreat, or we'll also die here."
Another Ghost Rider, filled with fear, concocted an excuse to flee.
"Right, we must have faith in the boss. He can surely deal with Ye Zhen. We shouldn't stay here to affect the boss's battle." Imdiate agreent ensued.
They decided instantly, fleeing without a backward glance.
Ye Zhen was busy dealing with the Killer King and had no ti to mind the three, so they managed to escape the building successfully.
But escaping the building didn't an safety.
Because outside the building was even more dangerous for them.
"Where do the three of you from the King Organization think you're going?" A cold voice sounded, and Leuk San, having seemingly anticipated their escape route, blocked them at the intersection.
Additionally, Leuk San's paper figures gathered from all directions, surrounding the three.
"Paper Man Leuk San? Is he the squad leader from the headquarters? Not good, we spent too much ti on Ye Zhen, and their reinforcents have arrived." One person's face changed drastically, then signaled his two companions without a word.
Without any hesitation, the three imdiately scattered to flee.
Leuk San glanced without any action; his paper figures quickly closed in, blocking one person while letting the other two escape.
"Keep him alive, don't kill him; we might extract so intelligence."
A raspy voice spoke; Lu Zhiwen stood at a distance like a wooden man. Without speaking, it was hard to notice his presence.
"Of course, if I wanted to kill him, he'd be dead long ago. I wouldn't have waited till now," Leuk San said calmly.
Nearby, paper figures continued closing in on the King's Squad Ghost Rider in front, and dozens of paper figures, each akin to a fearso ghost, exerted imnse pressure.
This Ghost Rider panicked instantly, realizing there was no escape.
Yet the other two mbers didn't fare any better.
One, who barely left the nearby street, was intercepted in a narrow alley by a gentlemanly man with glasses and a suit.
"Wang Chaling from Dadong City?" The mber's complexion turned grim imdiately.
"Surrender now, and you can avoid so suffering. You are not a King-level Ghost Rider. You should know the outco of this encounter."
Wang Chaling spoke slowly, with two terrifying black-and-white ghostly figures erging behind him. The streetlights flickered ominously.
A fearso Ghost Domain enveloped the area; reality seed surreal at this mont.
But this Ghost Rider had no intention of surrendering, knowing surrender ant death. The opposition wouldn't let him live. Rather than await death, he chose to gamble on escaping.
He imdiately attempted to flee.
But as he moved, he let out a piercing scream.
A black-and-white figure resembling a portrait's elder had mysteriously appeared beside him, reaching out with cold, wrinkled hands to grasp his arm. With a slight exertion, his entire arm was torn off.
Wang Chaling remained expressionless: "If he won't cooperate, he's of no use. Tear him apart."
Very quickly.
Screams echoed through the alley once more.
And the last King Squad mber to escape was unlucky; he trembled all over as more people blocked him.
"Lin Bei, Zhou Deng, He Yiner, that unfamiliar person must be Li Leping, and an unidentifiable Faceless Person... Are all these people their headquarters' captains?"
Faced with such a lineup, this mber had no courage to run, collapsing directly to the ground: "I surrender."
He had no second option besides surrendering.
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